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Post by Michael Saint on Aug 2, 2008 23:52:10 GMT -6
[glow=blue,2,300]Saturday Night Rush[/glow]
Hometown Match Ultimo Guererro vs Rey Mysterio Sr
The two Lucha legends would engage in a classic display of their lucha libre abilities. They would spend seevral minutes going backi and forth with displays of agility and talent. Guerrero would gain the advantage for a while, working Mysterio into the corner and taking him to task.
But Rey would escape his peril and find a way to battle on. Guerrero would be ran all over the ring by Rey before a DDT grounded them both for a while. He would attempt a moonsault after pulling himself up off of the mat. Rey would move out of the way, however and Ultimo would crash to the mat. A few seconds later a Misterio DDT would put Guerrero down for a three-count.
Winner: Rey Mysterio Sr!
[glow=blue,2,300]Rush Main Event[/glow] Derek Wellings vs The Executioner
<Executioner comes down slowly and comes in ring he kneels down and a blackout appears and minions of darkness takes his cape and another blackout appears. As the blackout comes up, Derek Wellings runs in and clotheslines Executioner.>
Kahn: Wellings wasting no ntime running down and attacking the Executioner.
<Derek picks up Executioner and slams him into the ringpost shoulder first. He dooes it twice more before holding the Executioner up and knocks him down with the Dragon Kick. He then picks him up and uses the Horror Slam.>
Post by Michael Saint on Aug 2, 2008 23:54:05 GMT -6
“I Ran” By Flock of Seagulls plays throughout the arena as the opening pyros kick off Friday Night Rampage. We scan over the crowd and notice several signs: “Level One got Levizled”, “El: Finally!”, “Beth broke my Harte”, “Jesse is a f*g lover!”, “Rosen/Crazyman 08” “Tommy Jean ain’t my lover”, “Most. Predictable. Comeback. Ever.”, and the ever popular “If a Genie gave me one wish it would be for Michael Saint to die”.
Khan: “Welcome to Rampage everyone we’ve got a great night lined up for you after an amazing night that saw Crazyman defeat Maddog, Amy Rosen retain her United States Championship, and the shocking defeat of Level One to our new World Heavyweight Champion El Chupacabra!”
Madden: “That’s right, Khan. We have tonight…”
John Madden is cut off by the flickering of the big screen into static.
Khan: “Hm, I’m sorry folks, it appears as though we are experiencing…”
Khan is cut off as we are taken to a shot of the big screen, watching the events unfold. Rev looks at the referee before mounting Conner as he hammers away at him with rights & lefts Conner covers up as Rev continues to throws hands at Conner who finally counters flipping Rev over him as Rev lands on the mat. Conner slowly gets to his feet as Rev does the same Rev charges at Conner who answers with a clothesline to Rev. Rev again gets to his feet and again is knocked down by a clothesline from Conner whose seems to have a second wind
Revs gets to his feet as Conner picks him up and delivers a scoop slam Conner signals to the crowd that it’s over as he picks Rev up and sets him up for the Celtic Call Conner attempts the move but Rev counters mid move as he lands on his feet and counters with an inverted backbreaker on Conner
Rev climbs to the top rope as Conner lays on the mat rev reaches the top rope leaping off the top rope as he connects with the Five Star Frog Splash before covering Conner 1..2..3
Announcer: “Here’s your winner of the match The Rev”
Khan: “This isn’t scheduled, so I’m really not sure…”
Once again, Khan is cut off, and we are taken to the events on the big screen. Amy and Jesse trade punches and the ladders are knocked from under them. Jesse and Amy are kicking at one another trying to get them down. No one is falling. Amy stops kicking and wraps her legs around the head of Jesse. Amy locks her hands in the thing holding the belt. Amy has Jesse in a Triangle Choke handing above the ring. Jesse is starting to fade. Jesse is almost out he slips off and falls to the mat. Amy has ahold of the belt, but it is not coming off. Amy finally gets the belt to come down and she falls to the mat with it in her grasp!
Winner and STILL US CHAMPION: AMY ROSEN!!!!!!!!!!!!
Khan: “I have no idea what’s going on right now.”
For a final time, we see the events on the big screen. Both Rosen and Rev make their way over to Cannabis to continue the attack, but they're speared to the ground by another group of security guards. The guards drag Rev and Amy Rosen away. The referee is running back and forth trying to keep track of all the action. He's out of breath.
Max Carter: So many near falls, but no one had been able to get the upper hand yet.
Gladiator gets up and charges at Kid Cannabis. Kid Cannabis launches Gladiator out of the ring. Gladiator flies to the outside and lands face first on the concrete. There's a collective sigh of "ohhhhhhh" from the fans as Gladiator hits the floor. Kid Cannabis turns around and stares at Hayden who's slowly getting up to his feet. Kid Cannabis smirks and waits for Hayden to get to his feet. Hayden stands up and Kid Cannabis kicks him in the gut.
Kid Cannabis sets him up for THE CHRONIC, but as Cannabis is in the air Hayden tosses him over the top rope and out to the ground. Gladiator sneaks up behind Hayden and hits him between the legs with the chair. Gladiator lifts Hayden up and completes STARS AND STRIPES. Gladiator covers him
1…………..
2…………..
3!!!!
Winner and NEW HCW CHAMPION: GLADIATOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Gladiator is stands with his new title in the center of the ring as the Sedition celebrates their big night and we fade out.
Khan: “All of a sudden, I think I get were this is going. Apparently, Sedition would like to remind us all of what we saw last night. Almost as if we didn’t…”
Poor Khan is cut off a fourth time, but this time for entrance music.
She Blinded Me With SCIENCE!
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Amy Rosen strolls casually out from behind the curtain and out onto the stage. Amy looks up into the lights with her eyes closed as if she expects the crowd to begin throwing roses at her feet. When she looks down and sees nothing there, she just sort of shrugs and strolls inattentively down to the ring.
SCIENCE!
There is an explosion of pyros, which you wouldn’t know by looking at Amy, who seems as if she hadn’t even noticed, before walking up the steels steps and getting into the ring. Amy looks around as if finally realizing where she is, and takes a microphone into her hands.
“This is something you’re all going to have to get used to. Seeing Gladiator, The Rev, and myself, Dr. Amy Rosen victorious in the ring. It’s what we do. However, at Night of Champions 10, the Holy Trinity of Sedition has a chance to do something very special. All three of us will be in matches for the highest title on our respective Brands. Now, I realize that FORCE was once able to hold both the EWC Championship and the HcW Championship at the same time, and that the World Heavyweight Championship as we know it had yet to exist. But let’s be honest, when you jam pack yourself with that many members, that sort of thing is bound to happen. But if we, The Sedition, are able to pull this off, then I doubt anyone will be able to deny that we are the greatest trio in the history of ever.”
Khan: “It’s a little early to be predicting that, don’t you think?”
Madden: “Maybe, but think about if a trio were able to pull that off under the same banner. She’s right, if they do pull it off…”
“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t have any concerns going into this, however. With Level One losing to El Chupacabra at Scars and Stripes… I know he is bound to want a re-match. And given Michael Saint’s past of manipulating the World Championship picture, I wouldn’t at all be surprised to see him find a way to keep me out of Night of Champions in order to give his handpicked Level One an easier path to getting the Championship back. After all, it wouldn’t be the first time Michael Saint found away to keep me away from a title he had other plans for.”
Khan: “That’s bullshit! He gave her two title opportunities!”
Madden: “Yeah! At those second and third rate ones!”
“Let me tell all of you a little story about a promotion long ago in the depths of yesteryear, called Kenshiki Championship Wrestling. It’s the promotion where El Chupacabra, Michael Saint, Lena Katina, Allen Marrow, Acid, and myself all first made a name for ourselves. And I would like to point out that my lil snugglebunny Lena was the longest reigning World Champion ever, by the way. Anyways, Michael Saint won the World Championship off El Chupacabra on the same night I won the Owen Hart memorial tournament, which guaranteed me a World Championship title match at the next PPV. However, Michael Saint decided he’d beg our owner for El Chupacabra the re-match instead. When he won again, and I won the re-match against the woman I beat in the finals of the Owen Hart Memorial Tournament, I knew it would be my time, my opportunity to take a shot at the big one. I’d already held the Television Championship, Tag Team Championship, Pure Championship, and United States Championship concurrently… I’d more then earned this. But then, a funny thing happened. Michael Saint squirmed his way out of it again to go fight some new guy he had a sudden intense grudge against.”
Madden: “Now she’s gone too far! Michael Saint really did hate what’s his name!”
Khan: “Well, you’ve got an advantage over me then John, because I didn’t even know about any of this.”
Madden: “Then you aren’t doing your job very well are you?”
“So what happened to me? I was asked to prove myself yet again. I was asked to run a gauntlet over several weeks time against several Hall of Famers. How did that go for me? I defeated El Chupacabra in the center of the ring. I made Sasha tap out, Romeo Medina tap out, and even Gwen Rose. After all of that, after I proved myself to be better then four, count them, four Hall of Famers… Michael Saint found yet another way to keep me out of the World Championship match. With his help, Kenshiki Championship Wrestling closed down under the pressure of a sagging economy and Michael Saint’s backstage manipulations in the promotion, causing it to go broke and shut itself down. It meant nothing to him, KCW was the second promotion he helped to kill, after SWA. Michael Saint to this day, keeps that KCW World Championship in his office, a monument to his past glory. He was the last champion the promotion ever had. Even though he avoided me for months out of pure terror. He keeps telling himself it’s legitimate, but everyone else knows better.”
Madden: “Lies! Lies and slander!”
Khan: “Well, there two sides to every story I suppose…”
“Michael Saint fears me, he always has. He is afraid that I will destroy his vision of what the World Championship is. He was then, and he still is. Level One is his chosen one, and he is terrified that I will fuck that up. He knows I’m a threat, he knows that in the ring, I’m one of the deadliest in the world… and he’d hate for a little thing like legitimacy to screw up his choices of his personal champions. He’d hate for a little thing like real challengers to threaten his vision of a great champion. But then, that’s just Michael Saint. A fucking coward.”
Madden: “I cannot believe she’s being allowed to speak about our fearless leader like this!?”
Khan: “Last I checked, telling the truth wasn’t against any rules or laws. Even in Mexico.”
“I know Michael Saint likes to think of himself as a legendary competitor. And right now, I’m going to give him the chance to prove it. The chance to make that Championship belt of his actually mean something, by finally defending it against the one person that he never did. I guess you could say I’m throwing down the gauntlet so to speak. Right here, right now, I’m challenging Michael Saint to meet me in this ring in two weeks time, and face me, one on one for the title he spent so many months keeping safe from me. In fact…”
The lights in the arena go out.
Khan: “Well it’s about time someone other then me gets cut off!”
Madden: “Hey… I did too.”
House of the Rising Sun by The Animals hits on the PA as Michael Saint starts to make his way to the ring with a white spotlight shinning on him.
Madden: “Yay! Mr. Saint is here!”
Khan: “Good, maybe we can finally move past this grudge of Amy’s.”
Saint enters the ring and walks to the center of the ring. He walks around Amy and to the opposite side of the ring, taking a microphone from Ann, turns back to Amy and lifts it to his face.
“Michael, how nice of you to join us.”
“Who the hell do you think you are to call me out, Rosen? You think you can challenge me for my old title? Do not you realize that I have far more important things to do with my time? I am the Vice President of EwC. I am far to busy to deal with the likes of you!”
“Really Michael? That’s the best that you can come up with? What happened to that infamous Michael Saint pride? You love that title as if it was your first born child, you take more pride in the fact that you were the final champion of KCW then you do in your job here in EwC. I know that, you know that. How does it feel to know all that pride is a lie? How does it feel to know that the title you hold no longer has any value?”
“You want the truth Amy. The truth is that you are a third rate Sedition member. You are not The Rev, and you are not Gladiator. And we all know neither one of those two could beat me. Amy you are not on my level.”
“Seriously? You’re really going to try to pull that on me. If I was so beneath you, why were you so terrified to face me for months on end as I beat Hall of Famer after Hall of Famer? Please explain to me that if I’m so beneath you, why it only took me one attempt to beat your brother, the current World Heavyweight Champion of EwC. How many tries did it take you to pull of the same feat Michael?”
“SHUT THE FUCK UP! Listen to me Amy! There is no way I am stepping into this ring with you in two weeks, or ever. KCW is dead, and I will forever be known as the final World Champion. And that will never change! I will hold onto that piece of history forever, and I don’t have to defend it! Why? Because I won it and did defend it while KCW was open. I am the final champion ever…”
“The only reason you even have that title now is because you begged PJ Walker to let you have it after it closed. But, you know what. I saw this coming, so I’ve done something about it. I may not be able to force you into the ring with me, but I know someone who can…”
Madden: “No! She wouldn’t!”
Khan: “Do you honestly believe that?”
The opening chords of “So Here We Are” by Bloc Party comes over the arena to a loud chorus of cheers. The one in power on Friday Night Rampage that the fans actually like is on her way. Lena Katina steps out onto the stage with a microphone in her hand.
“Good evening Mr. Saint, and Dr. Rosen.”
“Lena, you know damn well you ca not make this match. It is a conflict of interest. It says right in your contract that if you show any favoritism you will be fired. So just go back into your little office and take your lil ADHD bitch with you.”
“Actually, Mr. Saint. I will be showing no favoritism here tonight. You see, a grudge match of this magnitude, with this kind of a history is simply a great business move for EwC. There is no conflict of interest. So Mr. Saint… in two weeks time, you WILL step into the ring with Amy Rosen.”
“You can not do this to me! I am not a member of the active roster!”
“Actually Mr. Saint, when you listed yourself as a candidate for a One Franchise tag team. You became bookable.”
“Fine! But you do not have the power to put the title on the line! Only I do!”
“You’re right Mr. Saint. And it would appear that you will be safe for the rest of your days in that respect. But you WILL face Amy Rosen in two weeks time.”
“Thank you snugglebunny!”
“Amy… we’re at work.”
“Oh, right. Sorry snugglebunny!”
Lena Katina just rolls her eyes, as “So Here We Are” by Bloc Party plays again and she makes her exit. The music fades and dies, as Amy Rosen and Michael Saint stand toe to toe again. Michael Saint’s fury festers.
“Fine. But this will be done on MY terms. Not yours. This will be a no disqualification lumberjack match. Level One, Na Fianna, Jesse Nunez, and Maddog will all be lumberjacks. Good luck finding anywhere near enough back up to contend with that.”
Amy just shrugs.
“You’ve already been forced into this match. I’m not sure how much more of ‘my terms’ you can get.”
This seems to silence Michael Saint as “She Blinded Me with Science” by Thomas Dolby comes back up over the arena. Amy drops the microphone on the mat, rolls under the bottom rope, and makes her way back behind the curtain, leaving Michael Saint all by himself as Friday Night Rampage goes to commercial.
Post by Michael Saint on Aug 2, 2008 23:56:18 GMT -6
Opener Scarecrow vs Serial Killer
the music starts as serial killer comes out then rases his arms in a crusafix. after he puts his arms down he walks to the ring rubbing his left thumb under his nose a few times. when he gets to the ring he roles in and crwals to a corner and sits till he gets a mic or his apponent comes out
Little Crazy by Fight Featuring Rob Halford as the arena goes dark. A light shines on the entrance ramp and we see Scarecrow walk out to the ring.
The bell rings. Serial Killer right away with a drunken charge, but he misses. Scarecrow with a boot and Shadow's Over Hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
1
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Winner: Scarecrow
(Commercial)
The lights in the arena slowly begin to dim as everyone in the arena quickly get's to their feet and begin to make some noise. "Invincible" by OK Go then begins to play over the Sound System as three strobe lights begin to pulse in the entrance way, fog then begins to rise from below the stage in front of the entrance.
The X-Treme Tron lights up counting down from 9 all the way to 1. It seems as though every single person is on there feet counting down the numbers. Once it gets to 0 large letters flash “IT'S SHOWTIME”.
An enormous uproar of cheers now blends out the blasting of "Invincible"! A few moments later Shadow Man walks from behind the wall of Fog onto the stage. He stands their for a few seconds with a smirk on his face and begins to point to the fans who are screaming the loudest.
Shadow then looks towards the camera with a cocky yet confident look on his face as he begins to walk down the ramp and towards the ring. On the way he makes silly faces into the camera. After waving at the fans while walking down the ramp Shadow runs and slides onto the ring apron on one knee and holding onto the middle Rope, Shadow gets to his feet and in a cocky manor steps threw the first and second Ropes.
He then gets into the ring and runs over to the corner and jumps up onto the second turnbuckle. He pats himself on the chest twice and then points to all the screaming fans. He then points to the sky and pumps his fist for Memphis Reigns! Shadow then jumps down from the turnbuckle and turns around
"Thank you very much for that warm reception. It seems like it's been forever since I have been here on Friday Night Rampage. As you know, I recently signed a contract that allows me to once again perform in front of all you fans here in Mexico!!!"
*Fans cheer and chant Shadow Man*
"Adios mia"
*Fans laugh*
"Seriously though, Mexico has always been good to me and I plan to continue to reward my fans with a great show. Sadly I wont be in action here tonight, but you will see me live next week on Wednesday night. But I am not here to promote another brand...I am actually here to congratulate someone. I am here to congratulate the new World Heavyweight Champion of the EWC. Now I know, El ChupaPoopa and I haven't always been the best of friends, actually, he and I have never been real friends. But I always said the kid had talent. I always said the freak show would be a world champ one day, and this past Sunday...he did what no one thought he could do, hand Level One back to back losses! So seriously, everyone...love him or hate him...please get off your feet and put those hands together for the new face of Rampage, the man of the hour...MISSSSSSSSSSTER....ELLLLLLLLLLLL.....CHHHHOOOOO CHHHOOOOO TRAINOOOOOO UMMMMPPPAAAAAA LUMMMMPPAAAAA CAAAAAAABRRRAAAAAAAAA"
*Shadow Man drops the mic and hops onto the top of the ropes and claps along with the thousands in the stands*
Please describe your Entrance : The lights in the arena go out as the intro to Pulse of the Maggots begins to play
"This is the year where hope fails you The test subjects run the experiments And the bastards you know, is the hero you hate But cohesing is posssible if we strive Theres no reason, theres no lesson No time like the present, telling you right now What have you got to lose, what have you got to lose Except your soul...who's with us!"
“REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
*BANG*
(Pyro explodes as Personal Jesus by Marilyn Manson blares on the PA. El Chupacabra comes to the ramp and stops. Chupa holds up the World Title over his head to a loud roar from the crowd. Chupa slings the belt over his shoulder and goes to the ring.)
Chupa: Well well well. What do we got hear? Shadow Man back on Rampage who would have thought.
Shadow Man: Wanted to share this moment with you.
Chupa: You mean steal the spotlight?
Shadow Man : Um no…. Um……
Chupa: Shadow Man here.
(Chupa extends a hand and Shadow accepts. Shadow starts to leave, but is pulled back.)
Chupa: Don’t this changes a thing. I still hate you with a passion. You can go back to HCW and you and your 7 foot tall boyfriend can beat people up all you want. A man who disappears for a long time and a man who retires everytime the talent is too much for him deserve that show. Oh and when you are BDC come for my tag titles know this. They are not going anywhere. Level One hates you two as much as I do. So when it comes to a match with BDC and Shadow Man I am sure that he and I can be on the same page for the amount of time needed to win that match.
(Chupa lets go)
Chupa: Now get out of MY ring.
(Shadow Man walks to the back)
Chupa: Now HELLO MEXICO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Cheers)
Chupa: My home away from home.
(cheers)
Chupa: I am glad to be with my people. The latino people.
(Cheers)
Chupa: I spent a long time here way back when. I knew that one day I would make it big and I have. I left this country and now I am back.
(Cheers)
Chupa: And I am back as the WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Cheers)
Chupa: That is right and I did it by beating the man no one said I could beat. I beat Level One. Proving that I can beat him one on one.
(cheers)
Chupa: I am the single most talented wrestler in the world today and I got a big shiny gold belt that proves it and this belt is going nowhere.
(cheers)
Chupa: Now once again I have a obligation. I have to warn you all. Warn you that the biggest party in the country is going to be held in the biggest hotel in town. I did not come to Mexico as champ only not to throw a big ass party for the people and the fans that made this all possible. So to the few pretty Latin ladies who I did not get to sleep with when I was here the first time I was here come on down cause the champion does not sleep.
Post by Michael Saint on Aug 2, 2008 23:58:12 GMT -6
Singles Match Rorschach vs Le Torche
Ride of the valkyries hits the pa and green pyro shoots down from the ceiling in a wallyou see a man jump through the wall of green pyro and as his feet hit the ground te pyro turns white and he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring
The lights go out, leaving the arena in darkness as a monstrous roar rings out across the PA. As Godzilla's theme builds in volume and intensity, pale spotlights illuminate the ring. One spotlight shines upon the stage, gradually revealing the figure of Rorschach. He walks down to the ring, head slightly bowed, each step slow and deliberate. Upon reaching the ring, Rorschach carefully removes his coat and hat, and hangs them from a ring post. He climbs into the ring and rolls his head, clenching and unclenching his fists as he waits for the bell.
(Bell rings and Rorschach with a charge knocking Torche to his ass. Torche is up and Rorschach drops him on his head with The Owendriver!!!!!!!
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Winner: Rorschach
*Fast Paced Music*
SM: "Hello, my name is Shadow Man and I know a thing or two about being under pressure"
*Clips of wrestling matches featuring Shadow Man are shown*
BDC: "BDC here, and being as big and strong as I am can really work up a sweat"
*Clips of BDC beating people up are shown*
SM: "But one thing that always keeps us cool"
BDC: "Is the power of Old Spice"
*Picture of Old Spice deodorant coming out of a freezer*
SM: "Never enter the ring without it"
*Music and commercial fades*
(The camera shoots backstage where Level-One angrily stomps down the hall way. He stops, before peering his head over to a stage hand standing in the hall way, noticing Level-One’s stare the stage hand quickly turns his head, and gets back to his business. Level-One quickly snaps his head back in-front of him, and continues to pace down the hall way. He turns, before looking up at the sign which says ‘’Michael Saint’’ he doesn’t bother to knock, and shoved the door open)
Michael Saint: Hey, who the hell is…oh, hey Level-One.
(Level-One slams the door behind him before rushing up to Michael Saints tables, placing his fist angrily atop the table)
Level-One: What the hell at happened Sunday! I shouldn’t have lost that match, El Chupacabra cheated! You know it, I know it, the whole world knows it.
Michael Saint: Well, I’m sorry. What do you want me to do about it?
Level-One: I want you to over turn the decision. Walk out to that ring, and strip that title from El Chupacabra, and right fully place it back onto my waist.
(Michael Saint looks down, before nodding his head)
Michael Saint: I’m sorry, man. I wish I could help you out, you know I would in a heart beat.
Level-One: You know why I lost right!?
(Michael Saint shrugs his shoulders, slightly confused)
Michael Saint: No I don’t. How did that happen?
Level-One: It was your fault, that’s how!
(Michael Saint shoves the chair from behind him, standing up to Level-One. Michael Saint, points in Level-One’s face)
Michael Saint: Don’t you go there! I had nothing to do with your loss, maybe my brother was better than you, on that night.
(Level-One stops and thinks, before nodding his head relentlessly)
Level-One: No, it wasn’t that. Hell, Saint. It wasn’t even your fault. I mean, you didn’t stack the tables the wrong way.
Michael Saint: No I didn’t.
Level-One: You didn’t waste time setting them up!
Michael Saint: Nope, I didn’t do that either.
(Level-One nods his head in agreement with, Saint. Before rage lights up his face, turning his complexion to a cheery like red)
Level-One: I know who was responsible for my loss. I know who costed me both my match, and my world heavyweight championship...
Michael Saint: Who?
Level-One: Na Fainna...
(Level-One, turns around and angrily storms off, Michael Saint stands by with an expressionless look on his face, before taking a seat in his chair, the camera quickly cuts to the ring)
Singles Match Level One vs Drew Stevenson
The lights in the arena shut off putting the arena in complete darkness. The words of Shinedown are heard... The more the light shines through me, I pretend to close my eyes... The more the dark consumes me, I pretend that I'm burning...
Burning Bright...
A large spotlight shines down onto the ramp as a slab of concrete is seen and on it lies a figure. The public address sound system starts up again playing ''Burning Bright'' by Shinedown as the figure sits up and climbs off of the concrete pedestal indicating a resurrection. He begins walking down the ramp as the fans begin a huge, arena deafening ''Stevenson'' chant, the ring announcer heard vaguely.
''Making his way to the ring from Seymour, MO. at a height of six feet two inches tall and weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds... ''THE RESURRECTED HERO'' DREW STTEEEVVEENSOOOONNNN.''
Drew gets down to the ring and quickly slides under the bottom ropes getting into the ring. He is quick to get back to his feet as he walks over to the farthest turnbuckle and leans back in it awaiting his opponent.
Put You On Game- By Lupe Fiasco blasts the PA system, as Level-One steps up on-top of the ramp. Red smoke swirls beneath him, and a string of red and blue pyro shoots up into the air he raises both of his titles high in the air.
Mean Gene: From Toronto, Ontario, Canada! Weighing in at 262 pounds, he is the current 1/2 of the Tag-Team Champions...Level-One!!!
Level-One puts his title on a shoulder and slowly begins to walk down the ramp, being booed loudly by the crowd. Level-One stops before eyeing down a fan, mocking the fan in the process. Level-One turns, and climbs up onto the apron. He climbs up turn-buckle, hoisting his tag title high in the air. Level-One hops down, and awaits for the fight in-front of him.
(Drew extends a hand and Level One takes advantage. Level One gets Drew on his shoulders and Darkness Shine!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)
Winner: Level One!!!!!!!!!
Level-One climbs to his feet and marches across the ring, demanding a microphone. A ring attendant quickly hands him one, which he snaps away, before Level turns back towards the ring. He points at Drew Stevenson, who is just beginning to come around.
Level-One: Get that piece of crap out of my ring!
(The referee helps Drew out of the ring before he gingerly walks back up the entrance ramp. Level-One turns his attention to the audience)
Level-One: I want to thank Vice-President Saint for giving me the opportunity to get some of my frustration out by beating up some no-name jabroni, but that wasn’t quite the release I wanted. Seeing as how I’m the best God damn wrestler on the face of the planet, I think I can handle someone a little more challenging.
(The crowd starts chanting, “Level sucks! Level sucks!” Level-one ignores them and continues talking)
Level-One: Now, I know it’s gonna be a couple of weeks before I get my title back, and I can be patient. But while I wait…
(The crowd chant even louder, doing their best to drown Level-One out. He’s growing increasingly frustrated, but he tries to keep his composure)
Level-One: While I wait…
(The crowd boo and chant with even greater force. Level-One can’t take it anymore)
Level-One: You people shut your mouths and give me the respect I deserve!
(The crowd’s jeering only becomes more enthusiastic, many people openly laughing at the former World Champion)
Level-One: You don’t want to see me again tonight? You want me to leave this ring? Well, I’m not leaving, because I don’t give a shit about what you want!
Kahn: Level-One is only making this hot crowd even hotter.
Madden: Sparks will fly, Kahn, if he keeps this up!
(Level-One looks out at the crowd with contempt before he speaks again)
Level-One: I’ll leave when I’m good and ready. But first, I want to speak to someone right here, right now. Then I will leave and you worthless pieces of trash can watch your heroes.
Kahn: Level is calling someone out.
Madden: It’s got to be Chupa. We’re gonna see a brawl!
Kahn: I hope not! Both those men are one bad move away from serious injury.
(Level-One paces around the ring and looks up at the entrance ramp)
Level-One: I know you’re back there, and I want you to come down to this ring right now. Crazyman - get your ass out here!
(For a few seconds there is silence, as the crowd and Level-One wait to see what happens next. Suddenly, the intro to “Margin Walker” by Fugazi rings out, and the crowd cheers as Crazyman slowly walks out from behind the curtain. He stands on the top of the entrance ramp looking down at Level-One, who points at him before motioning for him to come down to the ring. Crazyman walks down the ramp and rolls into the ring. He walks right past Level-One and calls for a microphone, turning back to Level as his music dies down)
Crazyman: You want something?
Level-One: You’re damn right I do! First of all, I want an explanation. Where the hell were you when I was getting my ribs crushed by El Chupacabra?
(Crazyman thinks about it for a moment, then raises the mike to his lips)
Crazyman: I was on the john.
(The crowd laughs as Level-One’s face turns red with anger)
Level-One: Well, while you were in the bathroom taking a shit, I was losing my World Title! You see, I’ve been thinking about it, wondering how this could have come about. Was it my fault? Was it Michael Saint’s? Kevin Conner’s? The answer to those questions is “No.” While we all did our job, someone was slacking. While we were beating Chupa to a pulp, I couldn’t but notice that the hired help was absent. You and your dumbass cousin were ordered to help me retain the title.
Crazyman: No, we were ordered to go out and stack up some tables. Don’t blame me because your plan backfired.
Level-One: My plan backfired because of you!
Crazyman: So what, you want an apology?
(Level-One grins maliciously)
Level-One: No, I want something better than that. I want to vent my frustration a little more. And how better to do that than to beat the hell out of the no-good piece of gutter scum that screwed things up for me?
Crazyman: You want a fight, Level? Is that it?
Level-One: You’re damn right, that's it! I want you in this ring next week!
(Crazyman looks at Level-One in silence for a few seconds)
Crazyman: …No.
Kahn: No?
Madden: Since when did Crazyman turn down a fight?
(Level-One is as confused as anyone as he raises his microphone to speak)
Level-One: I’m sorry… what was that?
Crazyman: I said no. No, I won’t fight you.
Level-One: You won’t fight me? You… won’t fight me?
Crazyman: You remember what I told you? I said I was done with you. I wasn’t gonna waste any more of my time. You jump head first into that abyss all you like, but I’m not coming with you.
Level-One: How about if I order you to fight me?
Crazyman: We got our money at the Pay-Per-View; you can’t order me to do anything.
Level-One: Saint could book it and force you to fight me!
Crazyman: I won’t show.
Level-One: What if he makes it for the Television Title?
Crazyman: Then I’ll forfeit the title.
(Level-One can’t control his anger anymore as he screams in Crazyman’s face)
Level-One: God damn you, fight me!!
Crazyman: Goodnight, level.
(Crazyman drops the microphone and walks past Level-One on his way out of the ring. He’s taken only a few steps when Level strikes him from behind, hitting him with a blow to the back of the head. Crazyman stumbles forward before turning quickly around to see Level-One standing with his fists raised, yelling at him to bring it on)
Kahn: Looks like we might see that brawl after all!
Madden: Oh, this is gonna be brutal!
(Crazyman slowly shakes his head, a look of disappointment on his face, as he climbs through the ropes and hops down to the floor, walking back up the entrance ramp without another word. Level-One shouts into his microphone)
Level-One: Your girlfriend is a w***e!
The crowd boos Level-One, but Crazyman doesn’t even react as he keeps walking.
Level-One: Your mother is a w***e!
(The boos grow even louder, but Crazyman still doesn’t stop. Level-One is growing increasingly desperate)
Level-One: I… I hope your child dies!
(The crowd can’t even believe what he’s just said, but their anger is greater than ever)
Kahn: Level just crossed the line! That wasn’t right.
Madden: I agree. If Crazyman doesn’t kick his ass, I might!
(Crazyman stops and slowly turns his head back towards the ring. Level-One throws the microphone to the ground and yells at Crazyman to come back and fight. But Level-One can see his face and realises that Crazyman isn’t angry with him - just ashamed of him. Crazyman turns back around and walks through the curtain, leaving Level-one to march around the ring in a rage. Security guards enter the ring in an attempt to make him leave, but he shoves them away, before finally nailing one with a hard shot to the face. Level goes on the rampage, attacking the security guards, who eventually manage with some great difficulty to hold him down)
Post by Michael Saint on Aug 3, 2008 0:00:48 GMT -6
As Becoming The Bull hits. Jason waits behind the stage, waiting for the song to really kick it into gear. As the guitar riffs start to wail, Jason walks out on stage. He raises his arms out to the crowd, and points toward the ring, as he does, the ramp down to the stage erupts in flame.
The fire dies down, and small puffs of flame escape all over the stage, Jason begins to walk down the ramp, He high fives a few fans as he goes down. He hops up the stairs to the ring, and points up to the second floor as he enters. Once in the rings, he walks around for a bit before, smiling and getting down on his knees. Jason bows before the crowd, before sliding out to await his opponent.
The lights in the arena die out as a lone voice is heard over the PA System.
"Just how deep do you believe?
Will you bite the hand that feeds?"
"The Hand That Feeds" by Nine Inch Nails begins to play as Mike Corral steps through the curtains. Corral makes his down to the ring, avoiding outstretched hands on his way and talking all the time. Corral gets to ringside and looks inside the ring before sliding underneath the bottom ropes. Corral quickly hops up and climbs the nearest turnbuckle, holding his arm high in the air. Corral then hops off and heads to the other turnbuckle, looking out to the fans. Corral starts yelling at the fans, screaming that this is his time to shine. Corral jumps off and begins to stretch
(The bell rings and the two men lock up. Carpenter with a go behind. Carpenter with a belly to back suplex. Corral hits hard. Carpenter picks up Corral and sends him to the outside. Carpenter out after him. Corral goes for a suplex, but it is reversed. Carpenter posts Corral and he hits hard again. Carpenter with a belly to belly overhead on the outside on Corral. Carpenter throws him in
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Khan: Corral having an off night.
Madden: Maybe he is not ready for Rampage.
(Corral gets to his feet and has a flurry of punches before being able to hit a suplex of his own on Carpenter. Corral covers, but only gets a one count. Both men are up and Carpenter is able to level his opponent with a big boot to the face. Carpenter goes for his Modified Figure Four, but Corral is to the ropes. )
Khan: Almost over there
Madden: So close
(Corral goes up top, but is crotched. Carpenter gets behind him And Justice For Alll!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
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Winner: Jason Carpenter
(Fade to backstage where we see El Chupacabra walking down the halls. Chupa walks and gets to the door of VP Saint.)
Saint: What the hell do you want?
Level One: You want me to rough him up boss?
Chupa: That won't be needed Level One. I am just a messenger.
Saint: Of what?
(Chupa holds up his cell and plays a message. It is hard to make out, but Saint's eyes get a look of worry in them.)
Saint: Who the hell was that?
Level One: Probably one of his reject buddies. Crack Monkey or something or other.
Chupa: Jesse? Nah thats not him. Saint know who it is.
Saint: What does he want?
Chupa: To see is World Champion.
Saint: So he wants to visit you.
Chupa: Not your World Champion. Not the EWC World Champion. He wants to see his champion. He wants to speak with the KCW Undisputed Champion.
Saint: I have no reason to speak to him.
Chupa: He has one for you and he will be here next week to talk to you.
(Saint sits back staring a hole through his brother as we fade out.)